Chapter 219

Chapter 219

~A street of workshops tucked away in the center of Palermo~

He opened the oldest door of all, the one that creaked and stepped into a dark interior.

"Kolok- Kolok- I haven't been in here in a while, and it's a mess."

Sweeping the dust from his hands, Ludvio stepped inside and flipped on the first light, looking around the workshop.

The tools and decorations were already broken and rusted.

He sighed deeply at the sight and bowed his head.

"I don't even know where to begin."

In fact, it was hard to even call it a workspace anymore.

"This is too much I mean, if you're going to foreclose on a workshop, shouldn't you at least take care of it?"

Elena mumbles to herself as she gathers up the shards of porcelain and tools on the floor.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Its going to take me a while to work on this.

I couldn't let it go on like this, not when he was working on my items and not someone else's.

"Maestro. Can you wait a minute, Elena, and stop picking up that thing because you'll hurt your hand."

Without another word, I pull out my cell phone and dial one of the numbers in my contacts.

~A brief dial tone~ Find the newest novels at novelhall.com

-Yes. Hello.

A much more subdued voice than usual.

Suddenly, I realize that Italy's time is eight hours behind Korea.

It's evening here so that means it dawn in Korea?

"Sorry to call you at dawn, it's urgent."

-It's okay, I've just gone to bed, I'll just go back to sleep.

Haru's voice on the other end of the phone becomes clearer and clearer.

-You said it was urgent. What is it?

"I need some things for my workshop in Sicily. Is it possible?"

-You mean Sicily? Luckily, I have a contact there that I'm in touch with.

She doesn't disappoint.

"I'll give you the address and the things I need, but don't pay attention to the price."

And then I gave her a list of things I needed right away and the address of the workshop.

-Yes, I got it. I'll see what I can do to make sure they arrive today.

"Thank you as always."

-I did what I was supposed to do.

After a quick goodbye, I hang up and immediately dial the next number.

-Yes. Sir. It's Latte.

"What's up?"

-Working?

"I need you to help me with my work here.

-Uh now?

"You don't have to come yourself. Send a few of your surplus troops to Sicily HQ. I have a place to clean up."

Silence flowing for a moment at my words.

After a moment. Latte's serious voice came through.

-Should I send them all armed with heavy weapons?

"What?"

-Huh?

Oh, I see.

She must have taken the word clean' to mean something else.

" Not that cleaning, but really cleaning the building. It's kind of dirty in here and we need someone."

-Ah, that cleaning. Yeah, I'll talk to the director here and see if he can send some people over. What's the address?

I gave her the address of the workshop, too.

By the way, the director here is surely Uncle Milano, right?

"If Uncle Milano says anything, you can tell him it's a favor for me."

-Yes. Okay, I'll check it out and get back to you!

"Okay."

That's all I can do right now.

I put the phone away and look up to see Ludvio and Elena staring at me, their faces blank.

"?"

I wonder what they're looking at, but Elena speaks up first.

"I forgot for a moment that you're the heir to Corleone."

After a meal and some small talk, I headed back to my hotel, took a quick shower, and opened up my laptop from Korea.

Even though I'm in a foreign country, I'm still the president of a Silver Club and the general manager of the club's support project.

It was my fate that I couldn't rest even if I wanted to.

All I could do was check reports and make economic decisions.

Then

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

[Latte: Master?]

Suddenly, the messenger on my laptop started vibrating like crazy.

[Me: Is the cleaning done?]

If she's done cleaning, she'll just call me to tell me he's done but she's suddenly calling me like crazy.

[Latte: What?]

[Latte: Uh, the cleaning was done]

[Latte: But that's not the issue right now]

Huh?

[Me: What happened?]

[Latte: I just got that from the Italian intelligence.]

[Latte: To where you are now]

-Snap.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it at this hour?"

I closed the laptop I was looking at and stood up, stretching.

I'm in a suite in a four-star hotel in Sicily. Not just anyone could be here, and I certainly don't remember ordering room service.

"Who is it?"

I slowly approach the door and peer out through the peephole but there's nothing outside.

"What?"

I'm about to turn around again, thinking, "Something must have knocked on the door.

-Snap.

Once again, I hear a knock on the door. Sure enough, I hadn't misheard.

"No way, is that a door knocker?"

It was a prank that every Korean adolescent male has played at least once in his travels.

No, wait, is this a prank in the first place?

Sensing something was amiss I pulled Al Capone's Tommy out of my cube and slowly approached the door.

I disguise myself and my footsteps as best I can, and I stay close to the door, waiting for the right moment.

When the signal comes once again, I hold my breath quietly, ready to exit.

-Snap.

Now!

With a loud bang, I yank the door open with all my might and point the Thompson.

"How dare you-"

Bang!

"Ugh!"

Something slams against the door, and I feel a brief vibration from the hand holding the doorknob.

"Huh?"

Something pure white immediately collapsed in front of me.

I stared at the fallen person, wondering what the hell it was.

"What?"

White hair that would almost touch the floor if it were standing, and a white outfit that reminded me of a nun's robes.

I'm intrigued by her harmless appearance, wondering if this is what white color would look like if it were made into a person, but my eyes are drawn to her forehead, which is stained red.

Could this be the person who's been knocking all this time?

Was it her short stature that prevented her from being seen through the peephole on the door?

"Ha what am I supposed to do with this?"

It's a disaster of doubt and mistakes but just as I was wondering how to fix this situation.

"Huh?"

For some reason, the golden cross around her neck caught my eye.

Wait a minute. That necklace must be.

"Vatican?"

At the same time, I felt a cold sweat on my back and forehead.